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Posted:
28.10.2006 17:15
I haven't posted at The Tab World in forever, so I just thought I would post one of my newer songs.
Sexual Predator
there she sits, hands on keys
firm young tits are ready to please
there he sits, his dick in hand
sixty, male, from Maryland
As far as she knows he is just twenty-one
All of his pics are of his grandson
As far as she knows, he's a wonderful guy
but everyone knows that men often lie
Cause he's a
Sexual Predator
Just a shark in the water,
watching for the slowest swimmer a
Sexual Predator
And no one suspects him
He's such a normal guy
They talk for hours, every night
he knows how to word everything just right
she never suspects what is to come
but soon enough, she will be gone
She asks him where he thinks they could meet
"there's a diner on Montgomery Street"
He goes and waits for her to arrive
she doesn't know she won't leave there alive
Cause he's a
Sexual Predator
Just a shark in the water,
watching for the slowest swimmer a
Sexual Predator
She thinks she's found love
but she finds heaven tonight
She walks through the door and hangs up her coat
A thin metal wire presses into her throat
she frantically kicks, but consciousness fades
when she awakes, she is still in a daze
Her wrists and her ankles bound together by chains
He's old and obese, extremely D'ranged
With her legs forced apart, he thrusts inside
his crooked smile is painted on wide
Cause he's a
Sexual Predator
Just a shark in the water,
watching for the slowest swimmer a
Sexual Predator
She cries out for mercy
God's nowhere in sight
After two hours, he's finally done
He goes to the cabinet, picks up a gun
silenced through feathers, now stained pink
He washes his hands in a bloodstained sink
Her body is wrapped in a white plastic sheet
then put in a bag in the old man's backseat
He drives to the dock and cements her feet
sinking and sinking, his mission's complete
Cause he's a
Sexual Predator
Just a shark in the water,
watching for the slowest swimmer a
Sexual Predator
His thirst never quinces
His lust doesn't die
He drives back to the diner, his little hideout
Knowing that no one could ever find out
Sat down at his laptop and started again
twenty-one, Male, from Maryland
Looking for young women who just want to chat
I don't want to cyber, I'm not like that
I just want to find me a friend
who lives nearby, so we can meet in the end.
A smile strikes his twisted face
as one more victim takes the bait
His words flow with kindness and grace
As they set up her last date. . .
| ~*-=there are many good forms of creativity, but my mind has chosen the one everyone else is afraid to accept=-*~ |
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